My mother’s husband’s children don’t know who our current primeminister is. They’re all in their teens. I’d blame the school system, but I know it’s most likely their parents’ fault.
PARENTING PROTIP: Old people, if you create a generation of slobbering ignorami, I’m getting the “Murder She Wrote” reruns taken off the air.
Well, that’s not really a tip so much as a threat.
Species: Romerolagus Diazi
Name: Feleesha Moonflower VII
Age: 1738 (that’s combining all the lives I’ve lived)
Sex: mostly female 
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Sexual Orientation: ambiguous
Spouse: Mr. Dr. M.G. Dillingham (ESQ.) (a new-souled albatross)
Soultwin: Andrea Cottontail Foxtrot (an old-souled pygmy marmoset)
Slave: Griffinderp Fallowtoe (a little bitch )
Mortal Enemy: Emo Phillips
Favourite Drink: orange kool-aid and whiskey
Favourite Movie: Sonic OVA
Weakness: bottled moonlight
Powerword: Spatula! (LOL)
Favourite Colour: aubergine
Good Deeds Until I Earn My Wings: 47
Religion: Therianthropy
Magic Item: The wind sphere of Atillion
Speeds on my bicycle: 10
Homeland: The rolling plains of Neryvis Meadow
Hobby: Fighting off bad vibes from hairless apes
Organizations: PETA, Anthropomorphic Diversity Support Association, MADD, The Avian/Mammalian Alliance, Otherkin for Barack Obama 08, the Furistan Commando Force
Yiffually Transmitted Diseases: lycanthropy, FIV, monkeypox
Clothing: optional
Jedi Lightsaber Technique: Vaapad
Favourite Book Series: Animorphs
Secret Crush: Scooby-Doo
Fursuit Progress: 84% (I’m having trouble finding enough yak fur)
Weapon of Choice: the Thompson Persuader
Patron Diety: Ah-Muzen-Cab
Clan: Nakatomi
Guardian Angel: Timothy Treadwell
Favourite “Star Trek” race: the Gorns
My local movie theatre is like the only one within a 300 mile radius, thus, at the best of times, it’s hard to get tickets and decent seats, but when a huge movie like Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull rolls in, it’s nigh-impossible, so I went to The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian instead.
The above would seem like a run-on sentence, but it’s not.
Anyhoo, the religious message in Prince Caspian, like in The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe before it, is actually buried kind’ve deep. You pretty much have be aware of all the symbolism beforehand and look for it really hard, to notice anything. I very much doubt that your average kid, twelve or under, would notice it on their own. Which is why I am confused that the Religious Right (bum bum BUM), would think that massive box office intake of the Narnia movies means some sort victory for them. The movies, in my mind, are more likely to turn kids on to fantasy than to Jesus. And, as we all know, fantasy is the DEVIL!
I must be getting old, because watching a bunch of children going to war and killing people, in this movie, actually kind’ve upset me. I blame having to do research about the Children’s Crusade and the Lord’s Resistance Army in High School.
Heath Ledger has been dead now for less than a day and already the Westboro Baptist Church Fucks are planning on picketing his funeral. A stunt that will no doubt provide them with more media coverage than any of their previous crimes against humanity. And there will be Fred Phelps spouting hate and ignorance, all the while pretending that it’s about upholding God’s law or something, when it’s really about Fred feeding his ego.
Isn’t Pride a sin or something there, Phelps? I know Wrath is one and with the amount you go on about hating things, you definitely exhibit buckets full of Wrath and since getting absolved or rebaptised or whatever the fuck would involve you admitting you’d done something wrong, you’d never do it. By your on stupid religious laws you’re fucking doomed, bitch.
I’m not really sure what I’m going on about here. I guess I’m just pissed off that an actor that has brought lots of entertainment and joy into my life is gone and that some stupid bigoted asshole is going to try and fuck with the bereaved’s shit, just to get his ugly shit face on television again and the fucker will, regardless of whether picketing happens or not.
I’m also pissed off at myself. Until now, I’ve watched the antics of Fred Phelps with indifference. He was just a crazy guy doing crazy shit. It took some stupid shit involving a pretty-boy actor to get me incensed. I’m disappointed in myself for not caring about the little guys Fred’s been fucking with.
Sooooooo, anyway… You like being like Jesus there, Phelps my boy? I’ll make you a fucking martyr. You can even have your own cross to carry, if you want one. Only above yours the plaque will read “King of the Assholes”. On the third day, instead of of you rising from your grave, I’ll be pissing on it and the the world will be a fucking better place.
Well, that’s enough of me venting. I’ll probably regret this in the morning.
Here’s to the day when I have a calmer head that will prevail or whatever.
For something to have meaning there must be an intelligence behind whatever the thing is that decides what it is and what its purpose is.
Since life is merely the result of matter and energy coming together randomly in just the right combinations, at just the right time (a coincidence) and not the result of some god, life has no intelligence behind it and can’t have any meaning.
Some people would see not being born with a meaning as quite freeing. They can decide what the purpose of their life is for themselves, but ultimately whatever reason their life had will be lost when they die and all memory of their lives is lost.
Bloodlines die out, history books crumble to dust and eventually the universe itself will end due to entropy. Everybody’s accomplishments will be erased, so there can’t be any point in doing anything in the first place.
And that’s why I’m not getting my lazy ass off the couch for the rest of the summer.
I’m thinking that if I was spending eternity in paradise, that I’d want more than just 72 virgins. I’d want an infinite amount of virgins.
Even if I got bored of virgins, I’d probably want to deflower another one every 1000 years or so, just for kicks.
Eventually though, I’d probably start wondering where all the virgins were coming from. I mean, only so many people that die are actually virgins. Maybe God creates new ones in Heaven just for the enjoyment of the righteous?
